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Hi.

Thanks for this masterclass. I wanna work for myself bas much as possible, but I'm not above apprenticeship. Please what is YMYL sir

PeaceJoyLove:
How to do it

keyword research & Find your niche
This is the hardest part. Make sure you niche down and get less competitive keywords which are still trending upward.

Tools:
Ahrefs, SemRush, Ubersuggest, Google trend, Google Planner, Moz, Long tail pro, etc.

Wordpress
Use a very good theme which is fast. Also, use an excellent builder.

Learn SEO
This is very essential. There are excellent professionals you can follow. Every writer has his favorites. Pick resources online and make sure you understand SEO very well. Make sure your materials are the current version. You do not want to learn old stuff.

Samples
Get your samples ready online. If you are an all-rounder, write new samples to suit the niche of the job you are applying to. If the website is about finance, let one of your samples be on finance. You can't supply health-related topics as samples for a personal finance writing job. So, if you are lazy with updating your samples, you will not go far. Your samples at part of your resume so do not expect anyone to pay for them. You cannot write them, continue in your poverty. It is as simple as ABC. No one who wants to teach you more or pay you well will just rely on your word of mouth and letter that you can write well. I do not reply anyone who doesn't add links to his samples. I have received so many letters and all they have got to say is they are the best at writing any topic. Really? I mean really? And I am supposed to just take that and ask them to write and pay them? Really? Are you really serious? I mean....really?

Search fo jobs
Search for jobs online. You can get a good job, but it will take time.

Work for yourself
If you are like me who wants to work for yourself, why not? Do it. It will take time. Let me tell you how I got into it. First, I removed part of my savings for it. Then, I got hold of people already doing well in it. I researched online too. You may choose to go for an online course, but I didn't do it.

If you do not know how to do it, you will waste 12 to 24 months of your life, and you will regret it. But if you do it well, you will successfully build passive income.

Sources of Income
You can get a job. It can be freelance or full-time job which is still work-from-home. If you like this idea, why not. But be ready to write a professional B2B in most cases. One article per well may be all that is required and you get paid $1,500and above. But that one article per week can take you forever to wrote if you do not know how to write such. You will make research deeply. You will conduct interviews and polls- (having a huge number of social media followers can be beneficial). Every employer has its criteria.

If you start your blog, your income comes through affiliate marketing and advertisements. You must know the rules very well. Also, you should choose a niche where to there see many affiliate programs so you can earn more.

Lastly, avoid YMYL articles. I smile when new writers start with it. You have just dug your grave.

These short instructions can change your life for the better. It is left with you to research further and make your life better. I have written in short what you need to do.

Good luck to everyone who is looking for a content writing job or wants to start his blog.

Anyone worked with these guys before?

Since most of us are going to be stuck at home for the foreseeable future,it would be nice if we could use this time profitably and finally finish that story,that novel we've been postponing. For that i need an acountability partner. I read your work,you read mine and give your honest opinion.
Drop your comment if interested and pick a partner. Leggo!!!!!

Well,You said you wanted unique articles? Try me

Tolzeal:
0246030699
Ogbonna. Chijioke Victor
GTB.

Victor with phone number 08163485821 is a terrible/untrusted individual to work with.

All he did was terrible work and wouldn't make corrections even after making several threat that I would post this on nairaland.

I wouldn't recommend him whatsoever to any Family / Friends / Foes.

Interested

Starthemes:
I have have some articles to outsource
Payment is 1.3naira per word(please quote this rate when you chat me up on whatsapp)

You must be a professional
You must always meet deadlines
The audience your articles are targeted at are U.S citizens therefore you must be very good with your English.
Every article must pass copyscape

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She woke that morning and remembered that today was the day She was starting as a new teacher at a new school. She jumped up and started to prepare and one hour later she was ready. She walked into her first class behind the Vice Principal of Academics of the School.
“Good morning students. This is your new French Teacher,her name is Miss Edigin and I expect you all to make her feel right at home!”
“Good morning Miss!”, the class chorused.
“Good morning students. My name is Miss Edigin and im going to be your French teacher for the foreseeable future as your Vice Principal has just told you. Now,I would like to know all of your names because I believe that we are going to be friends. And we will make this interesting by doing it in French. So who will start?
The teacher finished speaking and turned to look around the class expectantly. All the students stayed quiet. So she moved to the back seat and spoke to the student who was the tallest and biggest boy in the class. She had spotted him early and suspected that he would be either the class bully or the class leader. She smiled at him and said: [i]Salut.
“Salut.”
“Je m’appelle Mademoiselle Edigin. Et je suis professeur de francais. Et toi?
“Je m’appelle Jeremy.”
“Enchante”
“Oui,Enchante”
From that moment,she had no problems convincing the class to follow her instructions because she had received the seal of approval from Jeremy and no student would dare cross him by making things difficult for her.. And she had been right. He was the class leader and sometimes bully. Whatever he supported was unanimously carried and if he decided he didn’t like a teacher,woe betide that teacher as explainable incidents and constant disruptions from the students would be the other of the day in such a teacher’s classroom. All the while this was going on,the teacher observed Steve. He was quiet and seemed to be studying her before he would start talking and being freer in her presence. There came a day when his seatmate was missing his pen and he demanded a search of Steven’s bag. Of course Steven refused. The boy went straight to the teacher and reported the matter. Steven retorted,” I am innoculent. I didn’t take or even see his writing equipment.”
There was silence during which the teacher wore this expression on her face like she was trying to hold back a laugh. She pursed her lips.
“James,(this was the name of the boy accusing Steven.)Steven says he’s innocent and I believe him. Here’s a pen. Use this until you find yours.”
She then turned to Steven and smiled. He fidgeted under her gaze but never looked shifty. “where did you learn the word innocent?”

One other time,Steve was accompanying his mother to an event in town and they had to take the bus into town. While they were in the bus,the conductor started to collect money and he did this in the usual fashion. He would stretch out his hand and take the money from the passengers,sometimes over the head of other passengers. Other times,someone would volunteer to pass the money to him. When it came to his mum’s turn,The conductor said in his usual brusque manner,”Oya madame,bring your money.” And Steve immediately responded: “Don’t use that grandiose voice to talk to my mother!”
The conductor was momentarily shocked. He looked down to see the owner of the the big words and he roared with laughter. By now,everyone in the bus was completely invested in seeing what was about to happen next. But Steve’s mother only smiled and shushed Steve as she gave the conductor his money. The Conductor nick-named her Mama Professor and specially held the door open for her when they alighted. All the way to the meeting,Mama Steve was begging Steve to keep quiet during the proceedings because she she wanted to be spared the embarrassment of his big grammar.

HEADS-UP! THIS IS A LONG STORY.

THE BOY WHO LOVED BIG WORDS



Steven knew that he need to get home before his mother arrived from the market. He wanted to finish his chores and get to his homework. He also wanted to finish reading the novel he had found in his brother’s locker. H had sneaked it out and had thoroughly enjoyed the few chapters he had read so far. He knew though that asking his brother for it would meet with an emphatic NO and even an inquiry into how he had discovered the book in the first place,followed by a flogging with the belt.

“Stevovo!”
“Nor dey call me that your atrocious name abeg.”
“You don bring another one again! Atrocious!”
All the boys burst into laughter and began talking at once.
The truth was, as much as Steven liked to sound knowledgeable with his big big grammar,he seldom knew exactly what those worlds meant and often misused them and so he often provided for comic relief among his friends and his parents friends whenever he let one fly.

One day,the teacher asked Steven to get her something from her office. Steven went there and and decided to show off his big words to the teachers there. He stood at the door and said loudly:
“Please teachers of masculine and feminine genders,may I come in?

There was a beat of silence where nobody reacted. Then the lady seated nearest the door stuck her neck forward to see exactly who it was. Talk about general commotion. Teachers howled in laughter as they held their ribs. Some stood up from whatever they were doing before and come to the door to see the wonderful person person that had decided to entertain them that afternoon. Steven was carried from where he stood outside the door right inside the staffroom and placed at the middle. They gathered around him and laughed at him with fresh takes coming up by the second. At last when they had exhausted themselves,they went back to what they were doing leaving him standing there literally wilted in shame.

Hello guys.

This is a short story. Tell me what you think.


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That night,his mother didn’t come home. He sat up for her,waiting and waiting,praying with each breathe he took. He did not know exactly why he was so afraid,but he knew something awful had befallen her and that was why she didn’t come home to get him dinner. He sat up and waited and after a while when he touched his face,he realised that he had been crying without being fully conscious of the fact. And still he couldn’t get up off the couch. He needed his mother. He spotted a face looking in through the holes in the window curtains and he knew that his waiting was over. Even before mama Ekele stepped into the room, and told him the news,he already knew. The tears that rolled soundlessly down his cheeks did not free him still from what could be described as a particular case of paralysis or brain shock. How would he survive alone,in this white man’s world without his mother to shield him? And at what point, would they realize that she had entered their country with a child and come for him too?
He sat there crying and when he opened his eyes again,it was morning.

"Say road bend nor mean say we go bend waka"